For Londonbuki
Every monday we followed her story
followed some kind of beauty
some kind of heart that held all that beauty
some kind of soul that never gave up
Is this what love is?
A story of beauty, of heart and soul?
Is this what it is to be loved?
Every monday, she was there
and her story lives on
in all of us that saw that beauty
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Nice one. I do remember showing up every monday/tuesday to read those tales of love and devotion.
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